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"Maybe you should massage me," Priestly teased with a smile. "I could use it, you know--I've been working all day. It takes a toll on a man's body.

"But a fellow hunter like you would know all about that, right?" He chuckled softly; something about the awkwardness of Mars's hands was very cute. It made him want to hold the youth and give him cookies, tell him stories and stroke his hair. Things of that nature. But Priestly had always had a soft spot for lost children, ever since he was one.

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Giles T. Priestly patted his assistant on the butt as he stood next to him, surveying the house from the outside. The building was large and imposing, with Victorian-style architecture; despite its sense of age, the paint job was impeccable. Flowers grew by the white-washed porch, in hues of pink and yellow and blue. The owner obviously cared about their estate, even though it was a few miles from the nearest suburb.

"What do you think, Marsy?" he asked, grinning broadly. "Does it look haunted to you? I'll tell you one thing--looks like a nice place. A man could raise a family here..." He paused to squeeze the man's behind. "Or perhaps just some mischief." He laughed loudly to himself, leaning on his assistant's shoulder.

"Sorry, Mars, do you get it? Raise 'mischief'? As in, sexual folly? Rather, the 'raising' of penises, as in erections? Humorous, isn't it?!"

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"No." He replied, shoving Priestly away. "It's not funny, you're not funny, and your jokes will certainly never be funny."

Ignoring him, Mars began to walk towards the house, from where they stood on the curb. He attempted to slick back his hair for the hundredth time, absolutely loathing his own haircut. He had thought about cutting it off nearly a thousand times, but he actually liked his long hair, and hadn't been able to do it. It didn't help that it was a faded, ugly red color now.

He stood at the doorway, adjusting his tie before he rang the doorbell and waited.

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Priestly stepped in front of Mars, beaming as adorably as he could. It was a look he had practiced in front of the mirror and a certain grumbling demon hunter many times.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but you have it all wrong. We're actually here to help you with that little supernatural disturbance you seem to have cooking inside your home--that is, your ghost problem. Do you mind if we come in to chat?" His smile didn't waver, even as he spoke of horrible things.